Super God Academy: Kabuto

Fraser, which once nurtured the civilization of Annie Eld's faith, is now a dying planet slowly being devoured by the blue creep.

The intrusion of the Triangulation is not a traditional fleet war. It is more like a living catastrophe. Thousands of motherships, resembling a combination of giant tumors and irregular coelenterates, float silently in near-Earth orbit like unclean stars, forming a writhing ring. The surfaces of these motherships are covered with constantly pulsating vesicles, and with each contraction, they eject billions of spore-like micro-reconnaissance particles invisible to the naked eye. These "spores" seep into the atmosphere like dust of life, attaching to clouds, mountains, and rivers, forming a global, constantly biomass-reproducing and information-stealing living surveillance network, enveloping the entire planet in a viscous, writhing, eerie blue swaddling cloth.

More deadly than physical erosion is the pervasive spiritual plague.

That wasn't sound, but a resonant pollution that directly affected the fundamental frequencies of the neural networks of living beings. On the vast continent of Frieza, the primitive tribes who hadn't yet evacuated bore the brunt. Over 30% of the natives suffered a collective collapse of consciousness under the sweep of the first wave of mental shockwaves—they knelt before totem poles, frantically slashing their skin with rough stone blades, emitting inhuman howls, as if trying to tear some unseen, incubating foreign substance from their flesh. Even the genetically enhanced soldiers of the Earth Alliance stationed there had to strictly adhere to the ironclad rule of rotating the mental shield field maintainers every fifteen minutes. Any delay would cause symptoms such as auditory hallucinations, disorientation, and even aggressive hallucinations of comrades to spread like wildfire.

"Seventh Line of Defense Collapsed! Repeat, Seventh Line of Defense Falls! Requesting Orbital Flame Bombardment Coverage! Coordinates Sent—Zzzzz—!!!"

On the public communications channel, the ground commander's resolute roar abruptly ceased, replaced by a chilling, sticky sound, as if a giant maw was chewing something.

Angel Yan hovered at the leading command node in Frieza's synchronous orbit. Her silver armor, reflecting the eerie blue death light from the planet below and the cold white light of the distant stars, refracted a resolute and chilling sharpness. Behind her, three hundred high-ranking angels stood solemnly in formation, their wings spread, divine energy flowing, forming three intersecting, protective arc-shaped defensive lines. Further into deep space, twelve specially modified Skyblade-class battleships, their hulls engraved with intricate divine codes, were engaged in a brutal long-range energy exchange with the Triangular Mothership. The silvery-white divine flames and the eerie blue bio-energy beams silently intertwined and annihilated, exploding in the vacuum into fleeting, brilliant yet deadly flowers of death.

"Queen Yan," Lingxi's voice came through the encrypted communication, clear yet barely concealing a suppressed gasp, "Three new mothership signals detected in the eastern orbit. Their biological shields... are absorbing our Holy Flame bombardment. Preliminary energy analysis shows a conversion efficiency exceeding forty percent."

Deep within Yan's pupils, a stream of golden, sacred coded data flowed silently like a waterfall.

In her vision, the three aliens were clearly marked—unlike the sharp angles of a conventional triangular prism, they resembled a twisted symbiosis of some giant coelenterate living in the deep sea of ​​space and mineral crystals. Their surfaces were covered with a constantly flowing, shimmering, eerie iridescent viscous substance. Each strike of holy flames stirred up ripples of energy spreading across the iridescent viscous layer. Then, the immense flame energy was "diluted" and "swallowed" by the viscous layer, transforming into nutrients to nourish itself or its surrounding kind.

"Command Skyblade 7 to switch to 'Holy Code Pierce' attack mode." Yan's voice came through the command network, calm and unwavering, yet containing an iron will to cut off all hesitation. "Notify all ground and low orbit combat units to immediately activate the third phase of the 'Purification Protocol'—priority objective: destroy all identified triangular psychic signal propagation and amplification nodes."

"But, Queen Yan," another high-ranking angel, Yunyan, interjected, her voice tinged with obvious worry, "the divine energy radiation of the third phase of the 'Purification Protocol' will indiscriminately cover all ecosystems on the target continent! The native life system of Frazier will need at least three centuries to begin to recover, and it may even trigger irreversible genetic decay..."

"Execute the command."

Yan's tone remained completely flat, and she didn't even glance at Yunyan, who had raised an objection. Her "gaze"—the perception that transcended conventional vision, enhanced by her divine body—had already "seen" much more. Countless fragments of shattered timelines flickered and branched in her consciousness. In over 97% of the potential futures, the result of hesitating to decisively activate the purification protocol was that the entire Frieza would be completely transformed within days into an inexhaustible biomass furnace and manpower incubator for the Triangulum Legion.

She cannot, and would never, gamble on that slim three percent chance.

The order was carried out without hesitation.

On the track, beneath the hull of the Skyblade VII, the heavy armor plates slid open like petals, revealing a dazzlingly complex divine geometric structure. It wasn't a conventional cannon muzzle, but a slowly rotating prism tightly woven from countless tiny, silvery-white divine runes.

The prism broke free from the ship's restraints and began to "move" in the vacuum.

Without the exhaust plumes of thrusters or the bursts of energy, it simply "penetrated" the membrane of spacetime in a way that defied classical physics, heading straight for its target. The three new triangular motherships seemed to sense a deadly threat; the iridescent mucus layer on their surfaces surged and thickened wildly, attempting to instantly construct dozens of layers of a complex force field interwoven with bio-energy and matter.

However, the essence of the Sacred Code Piercing Projectile is not an energy shock.

It is the targeted delivery of "concepts" and the writing of "instructions" at the rule level.

The anticipated energy explosion did not occur the instant the tip of the silver ridge made contact with the rainbow shield of the first mothership. Instead, the viscous substance that had been greedily absorbing the holy flames suddenly began to violently "repel" its own existence—every biomolecule that made up the substance was instantly "written" with an absolute command to self-decompose, infinitely proliferate errors, and eventually collapse. This destructive command spread wildly along the mothership's biological neural network and energy conduction system at a speed exceeding physical limits.

The war behemoth, comparable in size to a moving mountain, underwent a terrifying transformation in just five seconds, from a living weapon to a monstrous, uncontrolled, and rapidly growing mass of cancerous flesh. Ultimately, due to the accumulation of high concentrations of biological toxins produced by its own metabolism, it disintegrated from the inside out, turning into a cloud of organic debris that slowly spread along its orbit.

The other two motherships tried to swerve in panic to avoid it, but the silver ridge had already split into three during its journey, and then the three became nine.

Nine smaller, deadly ridges, like self-aware silver predators, pierced through the makeshift biofield with incredible trajectories, precisely striking the mothership's most critical neural cluster nodes and core energy reactor.

The same bizarre yet efficient "command erasure" process has been repeated once again.

In an instant, the threat on the eastern orbit was eliminated. A brief, suffocating silence fell over the battlefield—both the angelic legions, which had been on high alert, and the previously surging triangular fleet seemed to be stunned by this method of annihilation that defied conventional understanding, and paused for a moment.

But this deathly stillness lasted for less than three seconds.

Because the real, soul-chilling threat is only now slowly revealing its first traces from the depths of space.

It doesn't "arrive," but rather "emerges" from the nothingness of the background.

That presence quietly appeared at the edge of the Fraser system, in the deep shadow cast by a massive icy dwarf star in the Kuiper Belt, stretching for millions of kilometers. Measured on a purely physical scale, it wasn't particularly large—about three hundred meters long, its outline vaguely resembling an ancient whale sleeping among the stars, its entire body covered in a dark substance that was neither gold nor stone, constantly flowing and changing, as if swallowing up the already sparse starlight around it.

However, at the very moment it "exists" here—

All the angels on the Frieza battlefield, including Yan who was high up at the command node, felt a chilling tremor in the depths of their souls without warning!

It wasn't the fear of facing a powerful enemy, nor the vigilance against the unknown, but a more primal tremor, more rooted in the very essence of life—like a plankton at the very bottom of the food chain suddenly sensing the cold, indifferent gaze of a top predator sweeping across from the deepest, darkest part of the ocean.

"Detected..." Lingxi's voice came through the dark communication, trembling slightly. "...Undefined energy reading...Tendency analysis...Points to 'Void'...Intensity estimate...Exceeds 800% of the historical peak in the tactical database...It...It's..."

She swallowed with difficulty.

"It is 'watching' us. In ways we...cannot understand."

Yan forced herself to suppress the chill that stemmed from her life-or-death instinct, and fully activated the tactical deduction module of the sacred knowledge treasury. A massive stream of data attempted to construct a model of the unknown entity, analyzing its possible attack patterns, energy weaknesses, operational logic, and even its most minute behavioral preferences—

[Error: The form and information structure of the target are completely outside the scope defined by the current sacred coding parsing framework.]

[Important Warning: Continuing to execute the deep parsing protocol may lead to localized overload of sacred code and potential logic crashes.]

[Highest priority recommendation: Immediately terminate contact and implement strategic evacuation procedures.]

Three consecutive system warnings, as red as blood, struck Yan's consciousness like a heavy hammer. The Sacred Knowledge Treasury, one of the most advanced supercomputing celestial bodies in the known universe, embodies tens of thousands of years of wisdom from the Angelic Civilization and the hard work of Queen Keisha. Even the obscure data accumulated by Death God Karl through tens of thousands of years of studying the void can be partially reverse engineered and tactical modeled in a very short time.

But this "thing" that has quietly appeared before our eyes...

"Completely outside the parsing framework"?

Yan took a deep breath of non-existent "air," forcibly suppressing her turbulent emotions into a frozen calm. Her voice, transmitted directly through the sacred coding network to the core consciousness of every angel on the battlefield, was clear, cold, and unquestionable:

"All combat units, listen to my command:"

"Immediately switch to the highest combat readiness order—'Annihilation Protocol'."

She paused, letting each word be etched into the listener's soul as if branded:

"Repeating, this is an unconventional interstellar conflict. This is the ultimate contingency plan for dealing with 'unknowable, incomprehensible, and insurmountable beings.' Act in accordance with the 'Annihilation Protocol' guidelines."

"The Annihilation Protocol"—even after Queen Keisha disproved and sealed away the theory of ultimate fear, it remained one of the few forbidden plans preserved at the very bottom of the angels' highest strategic database. Its core principle is cruel and concise:

1. Abandon all non-annihilational combat objectives, such as capturing prisoners, negotiating, and gathering intelligence;

2. Authorize the use of all known forbidden weapons, regardless of whether they will cause irreversible collateral damage to our side or the environment;

Third, when the real-time battlefield casualty assessment exceeds 70% of the total deployed forces, the highest-ranking commander on the ground is granted the final authority to unilaterally activate the "Spark of Civilization" emergency procedure, evacuating all remaining combat-capable units at all costs to preserve the last hope for the continuation of civilization.

Yan never anticipated that the first large-scale battle she would face after officially succeeding Queen Keisha would require her to consider the third, and most brutal, principle.

However, the being temporarily named "Lan," which resembles a cosmic whale, has still not taken any substantial action.

It simply floated silently in the shadows at the edge of the galaxy.

It was as if this brutal interstellar war, which determined the life and death of the Fraser civilization and influenced the future landscape of the known universe, was nothing more than a trivial scene that occasionally surfaced in the endless river of time in its incomprehensible "gaze"...

ripple.